Full Metal Jacket

I stay in this spot, as there is rot overseas. The green is dangerous to me. It strives to coat my lungs and form a new form of pleurasy. I try to let them know before everything does blow. I have to do this from a highly volitale IRTS facility. I'd say that I am doin quite well while they stalk me like hell. Sexual privacy is very important to me, so I deal with this endpoint well by having none. I can prove how much I can do with my mind space, how much is energetic, and how much relates to the energy of subbmission and baby. These things do not exist in the world, but the moon and stars don't really either. I try to lie down and I cannot sleep. The gout of the last call lays in my chest. Everyone gets away with their evil toward me "so unseen", and I just must take it and endure even the trees yelling SLUT as I pass by. There will be a point of reckoning, and yes YOU do not make sense. I always do, and I don't want to embarras you. Talk behind my back, and spiritual realm EPICKAK comes your way. Luau ain't a good thing today. SMUT SLUT original sin. Cast out as a baby she made her way. What you all did made a Russian Marine come her way. He now has a sense of their hanging abuse nightly and his second sight on her daily. Seeing their vermin within can allow me a possibility of staying with a few entities here. After today I know that, again, you all play.